Victor, 22, Visiting his Family

It wasn't the first time a feeling I got from a dream would follow me into the waking world but it certainly was the first time it did not seem to dissipate after I left my bed.

As I looked around my old and messy teenage room, something seemed off about it, as if my sense of self was extending beyond my body, sliding along the floor or walls like an ethereal goo. It felt like everything around me was... a part of me? Was that even possible? My hands were tingling slightly so I clasped them together, trying to settle myself down, hoping whatever had caused this strange sensation in the middle of the night wouldn't persist. It wasn't unpleasant, per say; more just weirdly unsettling.

"Victor?" The sound of my sister's voice pulled me out of my thoughts and back into reality, quickly followed by a knock on my door. "Are you up yet? I need to borrow your car!"

I rolled my eyes at her use of 'borrow'. She'd been driving it like it was hers every single day for the past two weeks while I stayed at our parent's house, getting lost in old unpleasant memories from when we used to live here.

"Victor?" She called again. "Are you playing with yourself again?"

Before I could even answer she burst through the door wearing nothing but a t-shirt and panties, blinking bleary eyed at the mess my room was in before throwing herself onto the bed beside mine. "Wakey wakey sunshine."

I pulled the blanket to cover my morning wood as I could not stop my eyes from lingering on her ample cleavage before answering. "How many times do we have to go over this, Lydia? You can't barge in here without my permission!"

She looked at me with cute puppy dog eyes, making me sigh deeply. I could feel my resolve waver already and knew I would cave soon enough.

Why did she have to be so fucking hot? More importantly, why couldn't I stop myself from being aroused by my sister's tight body?

She crossed her arms against her huge natural chest, causing me to shift uncomfortably under the sheets and she presented her open palm to me.

"Fine," I huffed, grabbing my car keys off the bedside table. "But I need it back tonight, after dinner."

She grabbed them and laughed and I felt my heart skip a beat at the sight of that gorgeous smile. My cock twitched inside my boxers and that strange feeling of being outside of myself grew stronger.

I opened my mouth as a wave of arousal washed over me and I tried my best at silencing it when something unexpected happened... My sister moaned and bit her lip. Her face turned red as her eyes widened in shock.

"Lydia?" I asked in confusion, only to receive an even more shocking answer...

"Wait..." She whispered, staring wide-eyed up at me with the most curious expression on her pretty features. "Who am I?"

"Uh... I'm sorry, what?" I stammered, completely baffled by my sister's bizarre question. "You're my sister..."

She looked confused again, blinking rapidly as she pushed herself up from my bed. "I know I'm you're sister but..." she trailed off, staring at me in puzzlement.

"I am making you... horny?" She finally managed to say before glancing down at her body like it was alien to her.

"What?!" I yelped, still not understanding any part of this conversation.

She looked at me like she was trying to solve a puzzle and suddenly grabbed her shirt, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside as her incredible tits bounced free into the air. A deep inhale escaped my lips and my cock throbbed with lust at the sight of those big round orbs. Just as I audibly breathed out, she moaned once again causing my cock to jump at the sound.

"What is going on here?" We both exclaimed in unison.

I stared back dumbstruck for a moment, wondering if either one of us had gone mad since no explanation that made sense ever came to mind. What the fuck were we even talking about?

"It's like..." She paused to search for the right words as her hands roamed over her huge chest. "It's like I'm perceiving myself through your eyes." She clarified, running her fingers over the dark nipples on her large mounds, sending chills down my spine and making her sigh with satisfaction.

"Like... Can you see what I am seeing?" I asked as I turned around and raised three fingers in front of me.

"No, no..." She shook her head slowly as I turned back around. "I still see through my eyes but... I'm feeling what you are feeling. I want what you want."

My head was spinning and there was an intense pressure building inside of my balls so I quickly sat up against my pillows to alleviate the growing ache. "Okay," I said after a long exhale. "This doesn't make any sense..."

But before I could add anything else, my topless sister climbed onto the bed next to me and pressed her hand between my legs, causing me to groan with pleasure as she gently began massaging my shaft through the cotton fabric of my boxers.

"Fuck this feels good!" She exclaimed as her breathing increased and her cheeks flushed with desire. Her beautiful green eyes bore into mine as she pulled my boxer down in one quick motion and wrapped her soft hands around my throbbing cock, stroking it slowly from root to tip in time with her deep breaths. I bit back a moan at the sensation; how every move of her fingers caused me to clench my jaw or hiss at the intense sensations coursing through me.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I yelped, still trying to understand the situation we were currently involved in.

"You want it!" She growled huskily, squeezing tight around my dick. "I know you do because I want it too!"

"You're my sister for fuck's sake!" I snapped, struggling against my own lust.

She stopped stroking me and seemed to panic as well as her hands dropped away. As she moved to sit next to me, her tits jiggled about wildly and my eyes fixated on her perfect cleavage. God... What I wouldn't give to bury my face between those huge breasts.

As if reading my mind, which she might have been since I could feel that weird connection still lingering inside my mind, she grabbed my head and pressed her enormous tits against it.

"Oh fuck!" She screamed as I felt myself lose my mind completely. My mouth opened wide as I devoured her delicious boobs with my tongue before grabbing hold of them with both hands, groping her nipples with forceful jerks. Her gorgeous green eyes rolled back in her head as her body shuddered.

For some reason she was doing everything I wanted her to do, and she was being aroused by... my own arousal? She was under my control? How could I resist such a temptation...

"Just use me!" She moaned out. "Make me do whatever you want! Use me however you want..."

"You're mine!" I gasped at the thought of being able to claim this beautiful creature of flesh and blood as my own personal object of pleasure. I'd been fantasizing about this for so long! I wanted her to get on all fours for me; to open herself up to my every whim. To take my cock deep inside of her pussy until we reached our climax together.

She did exactly that; lifting her ass off the bed to make it easier for me to sink between her thighs. Her pussy was dripping with juices as she pushed down her panties, revealing her tight pink folds to my hungry eyes.

I could make her do anything! I could make her scream my name while she came over and over again on my hard cock!

"Victor! Oh fuck Victor!" She groaned loudly as I slid my dick into her wet slit. She cried out in pure ecstasy as she took my length deep inside her hot snatch. "Victor! Yes! Fuck me!" She shouted as I began pounding away at her from behind, reaching around to grab handfuls of her huge jugs as they bounced about wildly. Her body writhed beneath me like a snake about to shed its skin and I knew then that I had never felt more alive than I was right now.

"I've never felt so alive!" She cried out. "I'm yours!"

I couldn't hold it anymore. I exploded inside her as she too orgasmed with an intensity that left her body wracked with tremors. We fell onto my bed, tangled together in sweaty bliss, gasping for breath and letting the feelings of intense satisfaction wash over us.

I opened my eyes slowly, rolling my head to look at Lydia who stared back at me through dazed eyes. As I smiled at her, I saw her smile back.

It was like...

"It's like looking into a mirror." She said, my thought coming out of her mouth instead of mine.

What the hell had I done? Did I somehow turn her into my puppet? Crushed her mind, her free will and turned her body into a simple extension of myself? A wave of guilt washed over me.

"What the hell have you done!" Lydia suddenly gasped as she sat up next to me and clutched at her chest. "How could you do this to me?!"

She started to sob uncontrollably and I watched her in shock. My naked and sweaty sister was crying in front of me, her tits shaking about violently while tears poured down her face. She was crying because I was sad. She was still acting on my every whim. I tried to resist it but I could feel an erection building as I struggled not to take advantage of her **** state, again.

But it was too late. She snorted, wiped away the fresh tears that fell from her big green eyes and then smile wickedly at me before pushing her body against mine and kissing me hungrily.

"You pretend to be sorry. You act all mighty and shit," She whispered in my ear. "But deep down you're enjoying it! Deep down you're glad that you can finally have me for yourself." Her voice became huskier with each word she spoke. The more she was turning me on, the more turned on she was.

Enough! I growled inside my head. This had to stop right now. I needed to regain control.

She froze momentarily; staring into my eyes with wide pupils, a blank expression on her face like a deer caught in headlights.

We both breathed heavily and she laid down next to me. We were quiet together, lying in silence for what felt like forever before we looked at each other again.

"Are you still in there, somewhere?" I asked hesitantly after another long pause.

"I don't know," Lydia replied softly, a puzzled look on her beautiful features. "There are moments when it's like your presence is so strong that I almost disappear. But sometimes I can feel myself coming back. Does that make sense?" She shook her head slowly as her breathing slowed to match mine. "It's hard to explain."

"Can you hear my thoughts?"

"I don't think so..." She mumbled, lowering her eyelids as if trying to focus on something far away. "It's like... I want to do things and I feel things. I know it's coming from you, but I'm the one doing it. Like... If I wasn't paying attention I don't even know if I would realize that it's not coming from me."

Interesting. It seemed the level of control I had over her was fluctuating and so was her level of autonomy. When my emotions had been the strongest she had acted exactly the way I wanted her to but now that I was calmer she seemed more in control. I needed to find out how my newfound power worked.

"You should experiment on me." My sister suggested.

"What made you say that?" I asked cautiously.

"I don't know..." She paused, frowning at herself. "Don't you wanna figure out what's going on?"

I stared at her for a moment and then nodded. "Yeah," I answered, leaning up on my elbows and gazing at her gorgeous body.

"Go for it, then!" She said enthusiastically.

How much control did I have? How did it work?

I focused on her arm, imagining that it was my own. I couldn't feel it, per say, but I could direct my will through it.

She raised her arm, just like I wanted her to. I made her wave it and open and close her fingers as I desired.

"What are you doing?" I asked her, studying her expression.

"Just moving my hand around." She shrugged innocently. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Can you tell if I'm the one making you do it?" I pressed, staring deeply into her eyes.

She frowned in thought for several long moments before shaking her head. "Not really... It feels like I'm the one doing it."

Alright, so I could make her do something specific but what about something more vague? Something that would require some initiative from her?

I looked around the room and noticed a lonely sock on the floor near my desk.

She stood up, spotted the sock and walked over to it while I watched with growing excitement from where I sat on my bed. She bent over to pick it up and turned around to walk back to the bed again, my heart pounding inside of my chest.

"Here!" She held it out in front of her, her beautiful green eyes sparkling with enthusiasm as she beamed at me triumphantly.

"What?" I asked, curious to see how she would explain her sudden urge to bring me one of my dirty socks.

"I just thought you might want it." She grinned.

"Holy shit!" I cried excitedly. "This is just... Crazy!"

I laughed and leapt off the bed.

"I'm my brother's slut! I'm my brother's slut!" Lydia shouted happily, jumping up and down while squeezing her tits together.

I laughed like a maniac as I made her repeat those words over and over again. The power was intoxicating, like nothing I had ever experienced before; but still a thought creeped into the forefront of my mind:

"Wait!" Lydia suddenly stopped mid jump and stared directly into my eyes with fear in hers. "What's going to happen if you lose your grip over me?"

"I don't know..." I admitted honestly.

"Like... Is there a time limit? A distance that you need to keep between us?" She continued to ask the questions that were running through my mind.

"Get dressed!" I ordered, but she was already picking her panties up from the floor.